All alone in a de-crep-it group home
an attention whore stares at the wall
He’s been disowned by his fam-ly
and deserves it
No friends to call

He knew he’d have to be a schemer
The syndrome he has is Down’s
As for talent, there’s none -
Here, second rate abounds
Dumb ideas come vaguely
but he’ll mess around and, losing ground, he’ll
make sure they stay lame

Yeah, he’ll be dumb till doomsday -
ain’t no denyin’
Fake it like a dimwit
every time

Yeah, you’ve wasted our time posting poesy
They weren’t parodies, just your pastime
Witty folks make their parodies funny
You’d make a good mime

Now where ya gonna find attention?
I sure as hell don’t care
Put that crap I deplore
back in your derriere

No one’s sad to hear you’re leavin’
and you can’t come back
you can’t come back
‘cuz Chucky’s slammed the door

Here’s me leaving my way:
you ain’t replyin’
You’ve become the “two-bit”
paradigm

Fake it like a dimwit
Fake it like a dimwit
Fake it like a dimwit
Every time

(Fade out)